With Her Permission

Codey Steele's kicking back on the couch, grinning through a flirty video call with his wife. It's their anniversary, but she's stuck out of town for work. He digs her drive, sure, but damn, he's feeling that lonely itch—and yeah, a solid case of the hornies. He's revving up for some steamy cam action when bam—knock at the door kills the vibe. Puzzled as hell, Codey swings it open to find Jill Kassidy standing there, all smiles and massage oils. Masseuse? He shoots his wife a confused look on the screen. She bursts out laughing: surprise, babe! Booked you an erotic massage to tide you over till we're tangled up again. Codey's jaw hits the floor. A happy ending rubdown? For real? 'Not cheating if I green-light it,' his wife teases with a wink, easing that guilty twinge right out. Man, what a rockstar wife. They blow kisses and sign off so he can unwrap his gift. He's a tad shy at first, cheeks flushing as Jill rolls out the mattress and nods for him to ditch the clothes—oh, and she'll strip too, keep it fair. Codey peels off fast, flops face-down on the pad, heart pounding. Can't believe his luck. Jill smirks, 'Time to slick you up with oil and grind my body all over yours.' Heaven. Pure heaven. She presses in tight, those perky tits squishing against his back, sliding smooth and teasing every inch. Won't lie—takes no time before she flips him, wraps her hot mouth around his cock, sucking him rock-hard and throbbing. Then she swings a leg over, sinks down slow, his dick vanishing into her tight, sweet pussy. They slip and grind, bodies oiled and wild. Codey grins through the haze: best damn anniversary surprise ever.